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What She Saw Him Doing
Trish saw Nick filming John probing her pussy with his rod until dawn.
Trish saw Nick filming John probing her pussy with his rod until dawn.
captainman2018
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What Went On In Her Son's Bedroom
Andy allowed his mom's best friend to ride his dick before Mom caught them.
Andy allowed his mom's best friend to ride his dick before Mom caught them.
captainman2018
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On The Floor
I laid myself on the floor and allowed her to ride my so stiff cock.
I laid myself on the floor and allowed her to ride my so stiff cock.
I've tasted you crawling
knee deep in the essence of woman
trickles of lust drip from your lips
to mine
an ace tucked into your tanned
panty line
a joker run amok
a card that destroys all others before it
the bass is thick and heavy
your thighs straddle mine
the tip of me at the precipice of crashing headlong into
my own destruction
stuck on the cusp of trying to kiss you
muscle bulging beneath me
supressing the urge to tear into you
to take control
self restraint coils like a snake ready to strike
your hands on my shoulders
nipples brush the lips of the starving
and I restrain again
the agony of suspense is a weight in my straining
cock
a pulse of lust
you are a devil in heat
curves of fire
brimstone melting mortal flesh
a consumption of reason
of sanity
of anything beyond desire
a need
a hunger
and I've been dreaming of you for weeks
flash images of soft curves
wet heat
and a passion that would lovingly rip me to pieces
you lower
the slow slide of skewering flesh
your soft moan in my ear is the scream of a siren
my thighs raise involuntarily
as I try to be devoured
to dive into the ocean and drown with
all the self abandon of Ulyses
but I'm still tied to the mast
as you raise with me and I go nowhere
the tip is wet with you now
you're lilting chuckle as you nibble my ear
is a crashing wave of sex
before you drop
down and whisper yes in my ear
mouth open a rush of air between your teeth
you settle
letting me fill you
stretch your lips around my shaft
the lust of you tickles my groin
the desire to be full
now filled
a cup overflowing
splashes droplets
knee deep in the essence of woman
trickles of lust drip from your lips
to mine
an ace tucked into your tanned
panty line
a joker run amok
a card that destroys all others before it
the bass is thick and heavy
your thighs straddle mine
the tip of me at the precipice of crashing headlong into
my own destruction
stuck on the cusp of trying to kiss you
muscle bulging beneath me
supressing the urge to tear into you
to take control
self restraint coils like a snake ready to strike
your hands on my shoulders
nipples brush the lips of the starving
and I restrain again
the agony of suspense is a weight in my straining
cock
a pulse of lust
you are a devil in heat
curves of fire
brimstone melting mortal flesh
a consumption of reason
of sanity
of anything beyond desire
a need
a hunger
and I've been dreaming of you for weeks
flash images of soft curves
wet heat
and a passion that would lovingly rip me to pieces
you lower
the slow slide of skewering flesh
your soft moan in my ear is the scream of a siren
my thighs raise involuntarily
as I try to be devoured
to dive into the ocean and drown with
all the self abandon of Ulyses
but I'm still tied to the mast
as you raise with me and I go nowhere
the tip is wet with you now
you're lilting chuckle as you nibble my ear
is a crashing wave of sex
before you drop
down and whisper yes in my ear
mouth open a rush of air between your teeth
you settle
letting me fill you
stretch your lips around my shaft
the lust of you tickles my groin
the desire to be full
now filled
a cup overflowing
splashes droplets
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JCSTREET
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works for me
Lol I forgot I wrote that piece I should probably have ago at editing but it’s the one process I can’t seem to get right so I tend to write and forget trying to hone the next write to be better once the ideas are down.
You got anything for us? Readings been a little slow round here for a while
Alcoholic’s Anonymous
it comes to this
I spin you
grasp you in tight embrace
enough for you to feel the difference
in my strength
my size
my weight
teeth and lips
start at your ear
hands working gentle trails down
to your navel
pull you onto my throbbing cock
so you can feel my want
my need
you push back onto me
groaning
my teeth graze skin
hot breath
a flicker of tongue dancing
my right hand slides down
to rest on your plump ripe mons
I bite down on your neck
left hand pinches and stretches your right nipple
my other slides into your panties
using index finger and third
I part your lips
my middle finger curled under your clit
I hiss at the warmth
your pussy rocks forward
you lean into me
mouth open in an “oh”
a rush of air exhales
breathless
your lips pink flushed
breath at a pant
a bitch in heat
ready and willing
to be splayed on a rack
of pleasure
drawn and quartered
broken down to a hollow shell
that begs to be filled
to be brutalised lovingly
to be wracked with pain
and pleasure
until there is no distinction between them
I have you turn
and kneel
tearing my shirt off
stepping out of my pants
I lean back
crack the seal of our
next bottle of bourbon
and pour it down my chest
in a gentle stream
it runs off and over my cock
I coax you forward to drink
it comes to this
I spin you
grasp you in tight embrace
enough for you to feel the difference
in my strength
my size
my weight
teeth and lips
start at your ear
hands working gentle trails down
to your navel
pull you onto my throbbing cock
so you can feel my want
my need
you push back onto me
groaning
my teeth graze skin
hot breath
a flicker of tongue dancing
my right hand slides down
to rest on your plump ripe mons
I bite down on your neck
left hand pinches and stretches your right nipple
my other slides into your panties
using index finger and third
I part your lips
my middle finger curled under your clit
I hiss at the warmth
your pussy rocks forward
you lean into me
mouth open in an “oh”
a rush of air exhales
breathless
your lips pink flushed
breath at a pant
a bitch in heat
ready and willing
to be splayed on a rack
of pleasure
drawn and quartered
broken down to a hollow shell
that begs to be filled
to be brutalised lovingly
to be wracked with pain
and pleasure
until there is no distinction between them
I have you turn
and kneel
tearing my shirt off
stepping out of my pants
I lean back
crack the seal of our
next bottle of bourbon
and pour it down my chest
in a gentle stream
it runs off and over my cock
I coax you forward to drink
I want to see your nipples strained
stretched out by my teeth
to hear you sing
dark Eros into the night
cry against a vibrators ministrations
hear the struggle in your voice as you try
not
to
cum,
the whisper against the inevitable tide,
worse still
I want to curl my fingers
around your throat
feel you thrumming beneath
stretched out by my teeth
to hear you sing
dark Eros into the night
cry against a vibrators ministrations
hear the struggle in your voice as you try
not
to
cum,
the whisper against the inevitable tide,
worse still
I want to curl my fingers
around your throat
feel you thrumming beneath
The toll of passion
rages against the cages
of my self imposed prison
the box I hid in the closet with
the crying child
the drug addict
the dangerous one that stalks
on padded paws
thefirst two are old wounds long dead
long gone
but the third
has awakened at your scent
and he
he worries at the edges
testing what I want
he is the version of me you tempt
and I have come close
to opening that door
it’s been years since he was free
and
he’s hungry...
rages against the cages
of my self imposed prison
the box I hid in the closet with
the crying child
the drug addict
the dangerous one that stalks
on padded paws
thefirst two are old wounds long dead
long gone
but the third
has awakened at your scent
and he
he worries at the edges
testing what I want
he is the version of me you tempt
and I have come close
to opening that door
it’s been years since he was free
and
he’s hungry...
You like to traverse the edge
of my control
flying
as if you’re smarter than Icarus
so the sun doesn’t burn you up
in an inferno
but it gently sears the skin
just enough to taste the flame
far enough away
so it doesn’t consume you
beware you hubris
as it often has a way
of imploding
of my control
flying
as if you’re smarter than Icarus
so the sun doesn’t burn you up
in an inferno
but it gently sears the skin
just enough to taste the flame
far enough away
so it doesn’t consume you
beware you hubris
as it often has a way
of imploding
silence cuts through the bullshit
makes you take stock of the solid
reality that bends to no mans will
blooms like wild flowers
the scent of honey and nectar
sweet against the torture
of a predilection for bitter
coffee on your tongue
sparks can be grounded
can be discharged
in a sputter
but I prefer the explosion of two
opposing forces colliding together
in the rain
we form to each others
kinks and desires
malleable
breathless
the ripple of which is still etched
into the charred remains of my fingers
the tiny spark of a lighter in the night
curls of smoke rising from your lips
from your skin
as I exhale
the taste of terrifying elegance
the scent of your sex still
clings to me
as if its salvation
resides in unholy unions of sin and debauchery
your hand resting lightly
on my still throbbing cock
you coo in my ear
snuggle in
still shaking
makes you take stock of the solid
reality that bends to no mans will
blooms like wild flowers
the scent of honey and nectar
sweet against the torture
of a predilection for bitter
coffee on your tongue
sparks can be grounded
can be discharged
in a sputter
but I prefer the explosion of two
opposing forces colliding together
in the rain
we form to each others
kinks and desires
malleable
breathless
the ripple of which is still etched
into the charred remains of my fingers
the tiny spark of a lighter in the night
curls of smoke rising from your lips
from your skin
as I exhale
the taste of terrifying elegance
the scent of your sex still
clings to me
as if its salvation
resides in unholy unions of sin and debauchery
your hand resting lightly
on my still throbbing cock
you coo in my ear
snuggle in
still shaking
It’s a strange line to straddle...
The ending was more explicit than what preceded it, making me lean toward porn but it has elements of both, not sure where I stand with it now, should just throw it in my trash pile and move on
Lyricalli
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It’s a strange line to straddle...
The ending was more explicit than what preceded it, making me lean toward porn but it has elements of both, not sure where I stand with it now, should just throw it in my trash pile and move on
Yeah, I might know a little something about straddling strange lines...
As for trash, isn't that where you put the things you like best?
EllenMore
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Something Not Unlike the Eucharist
Like a supplicant
before the god of desire,
I kneel.
Not just for your pleasure
do I open my lips,
press the firm muscle of my tongue
along your offering
to my nakedness.
I am after more than flattery,
after all,
and in the rhythm and ritual
of receiving you
I seek my own release.
Like a supplicant
before the god of desire,
I kneel.
Not just for your pleasure
do I open my lips,
press the firm muscle of my tongue
along your offering
to my nakedness.
I am after more than flattery,
after all,
and in the rhythm and ritual
of receiving you
I seek my own release.
Angeline
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You love dirty talk
and I'm so good at it. I make you
my little toy, dom you
six ways to Sunday, kiss me here,
touch me that way, now stop.
Get on your knees so you can lick
my pink strap on, suck it. I fuck
your eager mouth, watch your eyes close
in rapture when I lift my panty
aside and let you pass
my girl cock to lick me
to shaking ecstasy.
Who's the bitch now?
Get on all fours. Show me
what I own.
You want me regal, even haughty
when I fuck you, to tell you what a good
little whore you are, to urge you on
and watch you splatter the floor,
my good boy.
It's not my natural role,
but I love you so much
I can't refuse and it turns out
I love the game, too.
and I'm so good at it. I make you
my little toy, dom you
six ways to Sunday, kiss me here,
touch me that way, now stop.
Get on your knees so you can lick
my pink strap on, suck it. I fuck
your eager mouth, watch your eyes close
in rapture when I lift my panty
aside and let you pass
my girl cock to lick me
to shaking ecstasy.
Who's the bitch now?
Get on all fours. Show me
what I own.
You want me regal, even haughty
when I fuck you, to tell you what a good
little whore you are, to urge you on
and watch you splatter the floor,
my good boy.
It's not my natural role,
but I love you so much
I can't refuse and it turns out
I love the game, too.
Lyricalli
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I'm in the corner
watching you kiss her
and I can taste the whiskey
on your lips
feel the insistence of your tongue
Drawn closer, slowly navigate
the dark perimeter of the bar
see how she presses
her breasts against your chest
too far, too many shadows
but I know her nipples are hard
like mine
Broken from my trance
by a voice trying to lure me
to the dance floor
Knock back the rest of my drink
let him take me
where the bass begs
the thrust and sway of my hips
and there's his body, the other bodies
his hands, the humidity of human energy
my eyes closed to the flashing lights
abandoned to the movement
and touch
The craving of my skin
briefly satiated
grabbed a stool, got another drink
scanned the room
to find that you'd gone
grinned as the burn slid down
Were you just outside against the wall,
steaming the windows of her car,
or did she want to take you home?
The familiar thump of a song
that always ends with your hand in my pants
or me on my knees
pulls me back into the writhing mass
for one last indulgence
Breathless, sweaty, wet
the ache of hunger
coils outward from my core
when the text comes
you're waiting
and I'm more than ready
to see how the night ends
Borrowed "I'm in the corner watching you kiss her" from the song Dancing on My Own.
watching you kiss her
and I can taste the whiskey
on your lips
feel the insistence of your tongue
Drawn closer, slowly navigate
the dark perimeter of the bar
see how she presses
her breasts against your chest
too far, too many shadows
but I know her nipples are hard
like mine
Broken from my trance
by a voice trying to lure me
to the dance floor
Knock back the rest of my drink
let him take me
where the bass begs
the thrust and sway of my hips
and there's his body, the other bodies
his hands, the humidity of human energy
my eyes closed to the flashing lights
abandoned to the movement
and touch
The craving of my skin
briefly satiated
grabbed a stool, got another drink
scanned the room
to find that you'd gone
grinned as the burn slid down
Were you just outside against the wall,
steaming the windows of her car,
or did she want to take you home?
The familiar thump of a song
that always ends with your hand in my pants
or me on my knees
pulls me back into the writhing mass
for one last indulgence
Breathless, sweaty, wet
the ache of hunger
coils outward from my core
when the text comes
you're waiting
and I'm more than ready
to see how the night ends
Borrowed "I'm in the corner watching you kiss her" from the song Dancing on My Own.
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